Baby, I want you, an na
Can’t keep your eyes off my fatty
Daddy, I want you, na na
Drunk in love, I want you.
We’ve all been there. A great night feeling loved up, boozy and giggly with your man turns into a night of wild, crazy, passionate, rip-your-clothes-off-and-leaves-scars type of sex. Waking up with flash backs of the sexual desire you both felt in the heat of the moment, wondering “how the hell did that shit happen”. Oh baby.
Daddy? One night with Heat, we’d been out enjoying a date night with beers and whiskey and constant touching, kissing, stroking, laughing, falling back to his bed. Heated passion with Heat. He’s taking me from behind, feeling powerful, feeling masculine as he pulls on my hair and slaps my ass, asking me, “Oh yeah, you like Daddy’s cock?”
Daddy? “Mmm..hmmm” Kind of shocked agreement came out of my mouth. What? Daddy? Daddy’s cock? It’s all I can think about the next morning. Why did he call himself Daddy, is it a new thing, is this going to turn into some weird role play or am I missing something? As usual, when in doubt of confusing the American, 25 year old Brooklyn Hispanic Hipster lingo with my own sheltered Irish upbringing, I turn to Urban Dictionary.
“A daddy satisfies your sexual and emotional needs. A daddy tells you nice things when your sad and makes you feel beautiful and special when your lonely. A daddy is the kind of man that will spank you when your bad and then kiss it better afterwards. A daddy is not only a lover, but also a best friend and nurturing authority figure”.
It so fits with Heat’s personality, he’s definitely the type to be authoritative while telling me he wants to keep me safe. He’s strict and demanding while showering me with affection and kisses. But “Daddy”? Really, can I call a guy, Daddy??!!
Usher’s song “Daddy’s home” addresses his dominance over his woman, Beyonce in several of her latest tunes addresses Jay Z as her Daddy. It’s pure sex. It’s submissive and an ego boost for a guy. After reading a couple more google searches on the topic, its clear that ‘Daddy’ is a pet name for your man, one that portrays ownership, dominance and intent .Not, thankfully some weird parental fantasy.
A few weeks after it’s all over with Heat & I (I’ll come back to this at some stage), I’m being pushed against a wall and kissed by Bartender. It’s oh so late into the alcohol fueled night and the next words out of his mouth….
“From now on, you’ll only call me Daddy.”
Ok, it’s a thing.